Well, it's a marvelous night for a MoondanceWith the stars up above in your eyes...And I'm trying to please to the callingOf your heart-strings that they play soft and lowAnd all the night's magic seems to whisper and hushAnd all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush...One more Moondance with you in the moonlightOn a magic night

I thought about it, a few years actually, and I decided that meaning and language are two different things. And that what the alien voice in the psychedelic experience wants to reveal is the syntactical nature of reality. That the real secret of magic is that the world is made of words, and that if you know the words that the world is made of you can make of it whatever you wish.